Because the three characters for "Lu Xiaoqian" had so many strokes, Ran Tong wrote them very large and clear on the white paper.
Lu Xiaoqian looked at it, and his little chubby face still scrunched up like a steamed bun.
Why was his name so complicated?
Baby really had it tough...
Ran Tong found a black pen and placed it in the little guy's plump little hand, instructing him on how to hold the pen, then laboriously, he scrawled crookedly.
Lu Nancheng waited for a while, his thin lips already pressed into a straight line, his face full of unfulfilled longing.
After another long wait, listening to the voices of women and children nearby, he ultimately resigned himself to getting up and heading toward the bathroom.
**
Jindi Clubhouse, a private VIP room.
Amid the swirling smoke, after hearing about Feng Peng's recovery treatment, Yan Nansheng's brows furrowed tightly, and he silently picked up a glass of alcohol to take a sip.
